Becoming Alpha

Chapter Twelve

Later that evening, back in Harry's room after dinner, Harry was finally getting around to looking at his parents' will. Tracey was in the bathroom, so he was alone for the moment.

Opening the scroll slowly, Harry began reading. Basically, his parents had left him everything. They then said that Sirius Black was to be his guardian, and if not available, they wanted him to go to a light or neutral wizarding family. If he couldn't go to any of those, he was to go to a Muggle family. The only place could not go was the home of Vernon and Petunia Dursley.

When Harry read that, he began shaking with anger. He was so busy being angry, he didn't even notice Tracey coming back into the room. She was frightened by the look on his face and went to get her father, knowing that he'd be able to help more than her as Tracey had recognized the scroll in Harry's hands as the will.

"Harry? What is it? What did you find in there?" her father asked, finally breaking through Harry's mind enough that he looked up and saw them both sitting on either side of him.

"My parents said to send me anywhere but to the Dursleys," Harry managed to get out between his gritted teeth.

Tracey put her arm around Harry like she had in the vault earlier while her father slowly pulled the parchment from his grasp, being very careful not to rip it. While Tracey helped Harry calm down, Mr. Davis read through the will, being very careful to read over the guardian section with the utmost care.

Though he did not wish to tell Harry this, the fact that his parents hadn't wanted him to go to his uncle's home meant there was even more of a chance to get him away from their guardianship. Even better was the fact that they wanted him to go to a light or neutral wizarding family if he couldn't go to Sirius Black. Since he couldn't go to his godfather, the Davis family had a good chance of getting Harry as long as Harry was willing to stay, which had been proven by the past week.

Mr. Davis smiled internally as he thought about the trial occurring in three days time: The Guardianship of one Mr. Harry James Potter.

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Harry sat between Tracey and Mr. Davis with Mrs. Davis on her husband's other side at the bench in Courtroom Six. They were going to have a closed session with only ten people deciding with another ruling. It turned out that someone was deeply opposed to his switching guardians, so they were going to fight it out. No matter what the outcome, none of it was to reach the press or there would be trouble.

Watching as Professor Dumbledore figuratively handed off the power of ruling the session, Harry was only mildly surprised to see him walk over to the other table facing those deciding.

"This is a case of the guardianship of Mr. Harry James Potter," the woman, who Tracey had whispered was Madam Amelia Bones, Susan's aunt, said as she looked down at Harry. "Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is against the change while Mr. Samuel Davis wishes to take over the guardianship.

"Professor Dumbledore, please begin." Dumbledore stood up and began what must have been a long-prepared speech.

"I personally believe that this is all just a misunderstanding. When I heard about this whole trial, I went to the Dursley home and spoke with Mrs. Dursley. She told me that Harry is treated very well there and always has been; he loves it there." One look at Harry's face said otherwise, but Professor Dumbledore didn't pay attention to it, though everyone else did.

"From what she said, Harry has always been fed three large meals a day with seconds and thirds when he wants." Everyone saw that Harry was ridiculously thin, which contradicted with Dumbledore's words. "He hung out with his cousin and friends a lot, running around outside and having fun."